F W Finney

Rookie - 280 Points [Frank William Finney, Jr]

F W Finney Poems

1. Another Scraping Of The Spurs In A Sorry House 5/21/2013
2. House Lag 5/21/2013
3. Severine At Porter Station 5/21/2013
4. Cotswold Trails 5/22/2013
5. Sitting By The Window At Three A.M. 5/22/2013
6. And If 5/23/2013
7. The Rosebush 6/2/2013
8. Bandwagon 6/23/2013
9. Dawn At Lovers' Grove 6/23/2013
10. Patio Generals 6/24/2013
11. Like So 7/11/2013
12. Gadgets 2/11/2014
13. Memory Of A Mojo Filter (For Bob Woodbury) 3/14/2014
14. Loon Lesson 5/17/2014
15. Goose Rocks Beach 6/2/2014
16. Gethsemane 6/13/2014
17. Interroview 6/29/2014
18. Dusk By Stony Brook 12/17/2014
19. Cynthia 4/7/2015
20. Invitations 4/16/2015
21. A Lesson On The Progress Of Poultry 8/3/2015
22. Omens 11/13/2015
23. The Young And The Sand 12/13/2015
24. Canthus Cantus 12/31/2015
25. Vamps 1/23/2016
26. Memento Mori 1/27/2016
27. Congregation 2/13/2016
28. Fine Arts For Predators (A Crash Course) 5/3/2016
29. A Gardener With A Helmet 6/2/2016
30. Points 6/2/2016
31. Bangkok Before The Rains 6/12/2016
32. The Night You Fell 5/22/2013
33. On A Rock By The Sea 5/21/2013
34. Adrift 5/22/2013
35. Pedicure 5/21/2013
36. The Mystery Of The Lakes 6/2/2013
37. Blues In G Major: Nobody's Nose 5/22/2013
38. The Ropes 8/7/2013
Best Poem of F W Finney

The Ropes

Three sailors trotted
Behind your mother in a two-wheeled lifeboat
Like determined rats through the catwalks
To the cages of the newborns
Where we held you captive
On your second day of breathing
In a Fin de siècle world

The first cord is already cut
And wires hang from your navel
As a reminder of ligature to come

For a while all
Will be an extension of your mother
But soon you'll descry
The colourful lures that hang from the mobile;
Feel the strings that tow the conscience;
Hear the sound of the wind through the ratlines
As you try to...

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Adrift

The steer with the bullhorn's hoofed it home.
Tonight we'll hear no more from him.
Let him bellow at passengers in his dreams.
More time to dream tomorrow.

Tonight the river moves a song
that moves the wind and the twinkling lights
like splashing oars that lift the night
and set it down on sparkling crowns,

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